Called Upon

Chapter 13

       The seer's prophetic words echoed through the vast halls of the council chambers, leaving the elders deep in thought. They knew they had to act swiftly, for it was time for the son of Equilibrium to step forward and take his rightful place as ruler of the eighth realm. They summoned their most trusted messenger, Hermes, and tasked him with retrieving the aging prince.

Hermes bowed before the council, his determination shining in his eyes.

        "I shall not fail you, noble elders," he declared.

With that, he embarked on his journey to find Equilibrium's son and bring him to the chamber of order.

Arriving at the humble home where Equilibrium resided, Hermes was met with a somber sight. Equilibrium's son knelt before his mother's grave, tears streaming down his weathered face. The weight of his impending destiny seemed to bear heavily upon him.

Quietly, Hermes approached from behind, his presence unnoticed until a sudden burst of lightning sparked from his being, illuminating the evening sky. The old man turned, astonished by the spectacle before him.

      "Who are you?" he inquired.

       "I am Hermes, the mortal with the fastest feet," the messenger replied confidently. "I ran so fast that even the winds retreat."

In reference to his words, recognition flickered in the old man's eyes, memories flooding back from the depths of his mind.

      "I remember you," he said softly. "You appeared before my father fifty years ago."

Hermes nodded, his gaze filled with sorrow. "Equilibrium was my master of Greece," he mourned. "I beg the cosmos may his soul rest in peace."

The messenger nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. Hermes informed him that he was being summoned to the chamber of order by the elders. At first, the old man hesitated, uncertain about accepting the offer. But Hermes reminded him of the consequences of refusing the will of the elders

      "Anyone who refuses the will of the elders cling to death. Do you yield or do you accept". He declared.

After a moment of contemplation, the old man made his decision. With a heavy heart, he agreed to go with Hermes, acknowledging his wife and son one last time before leaving his humble abode behind. Together, they journeyed towards their destination, the future of the eighth realm resting upon their shoulders.

As they traversed the land, Hermes entertained Equilibrium's son with tales of his father's greatness, recounting the victories and triumphs that marked his reign. The old man listened intently, his pride in his lineage growing with every word spoken.

Upon arrival at the chamber of order, the old man was greeted by the solemn faces of the elders. They stood tall, their eyes filled with wisdom and purpose.

With his divine audacity Hermes said to the old man, "Earthly mortal you may hear me now. Approached the elders and bow".

The old man induced a gait towards the elders. Each of his move causing his bones to sing.

      "He proudly walks despite the cracks from his bones. His strength is weak but his spirit disowns". One of the sisters said to the rest of the elders.

The old man knelt in front of them and bowed in respect. Each of his hands and legs touching the ground

        "Aion, son of Equilibrium, you have been called upon," Chaos said, his voice firm with authority. "It is your destiny to take your father's place and rule over the eighth realm."